Meghan Quinn

Everyone needs both a strong start and a boost from time to time

“You’re not a failure,” Kelsey says. “You’ve just hit a bump in the road.”

the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done was undoing your robe and slipping my fingers inside your sweet cunt.

She’s mine. Forever.

“My personal toilet is always available to you.”

He presses his hand to his chest. “The sentiment hits me hard.”

“I hate to admit it, but I think I have to start stripping.”

“What?” Kelsey asks.

“Yup, stripping. I’ve seen how much those girls make. They’re raking in the dough.” I lift the collar of my shirt and peer down at my body. “I have nice boobs, maybe smaller than what some might enjoy, but guys like that, right? They’re perky enough. And I can . . . sway to the music

Look at these places. You can’t tell me all these people are living the perfect life. I bet there are some bachelors here looking for someone to keep them warm at night.” I point to my chest. “That person can be me. I’m warm. I have snuggly arms, and I’ll put out. I have no problem with such behavior.”

And I found a Fuji water bottle on the ground yesterday when I was pretending to come home from work, and I brought it home, cleaned it, and I’m carrying it now so it looks like I buy expensive water.

Kelsey: Eeeww. Are you drinking from it?

Lottie: God, no. I’m not ready to contract syphilis. It’s just a prop.

At the age of thirty-five, y

If only a girl could just fall right in my lap, willing and ready to go through this ruse with me. Someone, anyone . . .